When I was young I played war games in the woods with my Indian friends. But Indians aren't real. Ghosts are real.
I want the slipperiest butt imaginable. The most slippery butt you can have is the kind of butt that I want.
Wailord has transcended his mortal form, and rockets into the cosmos. Soon, you will join the stars and galaxies.
In the brutal streets of Kalamazoo, a man could get shot for his bacon
An apple is super-happy to be near a watermelon
Barry's mustache has grown beyond his face and gained a mind of its own... and it is out for revenge.
The baby from Eraserhead (use google if you don't know what that is)
Waluigi sits alone in the dark, brooding.
"Collect call from B L O O D D I M E N S I O N. Will you accept the charges?"
A brooding, alcoholic banana
Heh... Bullets in my chest. How 1997.
I'm sorry, but you've been infected with HORSE. There is no cure.
I warned you to stop smacking your monitor when you're angry at the computer. NOW look at what happened!